Chapter 669: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 38: Keep cursing!

When a big figure who harbors some misunderstanding and prejudice toward oneself shows interest in the drink one is drinking, will Aomo honestly give them a cup?

The answer to this question had already been made clear in his Q&A with Mr. Tash.

He won't.

He would rather find a way to make the other give up their fixation, lest he drag himself deeper into the mire.

And in this, even the other's misunderstanding and prejudice can be used as part of it.

Just like now, seeing Renlong's extremely wary look at the fresh cup of coffee in his hand, he knew the other regarded that black liquid as some kind of negative-energy specialty drink.

That likely means the other will no longer be interested in coffee, and he thus gained a head‑step.

Indeed, it was a head‑step.

The pink, fluffy wool had gathered almost into a sphere, making it resemble a weird black sheep plush, with a little black foot peeking from the fur, stepping onto Aomo's head.

But Aomo didn't care.

That bit of weight meant nothing to him; on the contrary, in his conversation with Mr. Tash, the other's utterly unaware demeanor confirmed much of the data he had gathered from the Rhodes Island forum.

Dolly, the name matching the first cloned sheep in the data provided by some of Rhodes Island's transmigrant employees, subtly aligns with the power wielded by the Sheep Lord.

As a Beast Lord, it is more functional‑oriented than Zaro and more overt than the featureless Great Emperor; the little black sheep it spawns is as silent as Aomo usually is.

When he stood by the lake and glanced into the water, what he gathered was the near‑identical coldness in the black and brown pupils.

The extremely similar emotions and thought logic are like a clone of personality, yet seem incomplete.

Sometimes walking on the ground, sometimes drifting before him, sometimes appearing above his head, the little black sheep gave Aomo an impression that was not particularly lively.

Even within the first few minutes of seeing it, the other would still self‑collapse.

Suddenly it burst apart into scattered pink fluff balls; most people would likely be frightened enough to cry out.

But Aomo remained very silent.

In his silence he compared it to the contents of the 'Pink Silhouette Record Wall' post on the Rhodes Island forum.

Before the other had ever truly spoken, he already realized where all this came from.

Moreover, compared to that seemingly unfinished little black sheep, Aomo was more concerned with the black crown on its head.

It was the sole extra adornment on the plush‑like black sheep—a finely crafted, sharp crown that makes one wonder how it stays steady on that smooth head.

The Rhodes Island forum data consist of employees' discussions, complaints, and even requests for help; these people obviously know that overly secret matters shouldn't be talked about in public, so when Aomo earlier browsed and searched through many Dolly‑related discussion threads, he found nobody talking about the function of that black crown.

Even when newcomers with the same doubt post, the replies are only a few before the thread sinks into oblivion, giving off an air that is unusual yet somehow expected.

Something is secret precisely because it ought not be made public.

Thus he could ask the boss, who is also mentioned in the post as a Beast Lord, and the boss's reaction gave sideways confirmation of his guess.

Indeed, it's a secret ordinary people shouldn't know; Aomo has many lines of speculation about this, but the quickest that comes to mind is—pre‑civilization artifacts.

This is also why Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Ltd. could develop rapidly in this world, and among the various rumors, this is the one most widely accepted.

Because on the land also called Terra there exists a civilizational rupture, leaving countless relics of prior civilizations; and those relics with not‑low technological levels might, if placed in the Terra Federation, possess considerable research value.

It is precisely because they share this technology that Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Ltd. receives strong support——

——Such a speculation, if told to any Terra Federation citizen, would evoke a sense of absurdity akin to a villager sharing nuclear fusion technology with you.

After all, they consider contemporary technology already sufficiently advanced, and Rhodes Island's staff generally don't look very high‑tech; the so‑called Originium Arts also don't seem all that mighty……

But when it comes to pre‑civilization matters…… it also involves the existence of another world……

After the initial absurdity they still feel it has some merit, and thus they support this speculation.

After all, high‑tech civilizations from another world do exist; the Kingdom of Light is the most obvious example.

The other world contacted through the Gray Raven Agency has also greatly optimized the Federal industry's production techniques for civilian prosthetics and bionic persons.

Besides these two most famous cross‑world technology exchanges that bring about technological change, many more miscellaneous things are quietly being upgraded all the time.

Just like Super Dream, which is likewise an import from the world where David and others reside, it sparked a craze lasting several years as soon as it hit the market.

A deep experience that can even synchronize emotions is more competitive than the original deep‑immersion tool, the playback.

When materials science one day suddenly leaps forward again, everyone will also wonder whether the government has secretly made contact with another alien civilization or extraterrestrial civilization.

Even Aomo could not escape this.

Before graduation, he once discussed with Bi Ze the topic of technological change brought by contact with another world.

Although the black crown on his head looks more like a product of origin‑energy, those technological creations made with considerable fantasy flair are themselves not uncommon.

Many scientific researchers also have a romantic streak in theology, inventing things they'd like to brand with mythological names; if the final product can be made concise, they lean straight toward crafting fantasy‑like objects.

You wouldn't know whether weapons that look like knight's swords contain overly precise nanomachinery, nor would you know whether those crown‑like ornaments are also customized communication devices.

The bracer on his wrist is precisely Aomo's deformable large iron coffin; naturally he won't judge by appearance, he will still retain the possibility of viewing that black crown as some kind of technological crystal, but there is also no lack of possibility that it is indeed some origin‑energy object, or a combination of the two.

There are many problems, so many that one doesn't know where to start, but this isn't important, Aomo thought.

Just as he never actively interacted with the little black sheep, he also doesn't bother about it stepping on his head.

He merely pays attention to it from time to time, waiting for observation to bring him new gains, while also enduring the existence that follows it.

He knows the little black sheep is related to Dolly; since its creator made it but did not reclaim it, it likely intends to convey some meaning.

Perhaps it is waiting for him to ask voluntarily, just as the Great Emperor also once said something similar about waiting for him to seek him.

But he will not ask.

It's neither work nor saving people, so he can't be bothered to be that efficient.

On the contrary, investigating the negative energy that has accumulated deep underground, which even affects the dragon veins, is his current task.

Thus that glance passes in an instant; his gaze remains on the screen operated by Suzi and Miss Adele, and at the same time, dark red and black fissures reappear in his eyes.

The water surged; this time it was noticeable enough for all the scientific researchers and even the three protectors.

Renlong rose up entirely, revealing a beast‑like armored body; the nine heads all focused their gazes on the demon standing on the shore, who had already prepared to attack.

Given its extreme aversion to darkness, this reaction is not hard to understand.

It's basically like when the trash at home piles up to an unbearable point, and you finally decide to go to the bathhouse to take a bath, a filthy figure darts out and even rushes up to the edge of the tub, making it hard not to kick them away.

But you are quite aware.

He came to conduct an assessment and statistics for your household, and the ultimate purpose of throwing those strange objects into your pool right now is to give your home a thorough cleaning.

You have no choice but to hold your nose and endure.

Especially, there's a little girl you vaguely know beside you, doing her best to comfort you and even praying that you not lay a hand on that filthy fellow, who is the kind person who brought her here—good heavens! How could that guy possibly be a person?

And how could he be a kind person?

Renlong senses that the substance falling into the pool water instantly gathers and penetrates deep, continuing downward along his own 'blood vessels', making it ever clearer that this power is already reaching the filth of the homestead, even absorbing it, linking each part, and forming a whole.

Looking again, the figure is almost swallowed by that blackness, leaving only that sharp, icy gaze that remains unmoving in the Hei'an.

A kind person?

Could this not be a Heavenly Demon!